Did I push away my Christian friends or did they push me away, or was it all within the natural progression of things? Did we drift apart because I began spending so much time with Brendan, or did I deliberately avoid them for fear of judgment? And if the second is the case, wasn't it judgmental of me to assume they would judge me? And is it right that there is such a negative connotation to the word "judgment"? Yes, yes there is. Unless one's profession is judge, one needn't judge. One could discern, determine, calculate, comprehend, recognize, observe, notice, be on the wary, understand, all without judging. It wasn't all me. Some judged and found me guilty.

I have something that's viral and just "has to run its course," sayeth the doctor. I can't remember ever being knocked out for this long. Aside from a couple of rehearsals, I haven't left the apartment since Friday evening. I can't see an end to it, that's the worst. See that unicorn, in my userpic? If that were me holding its face in my hands, I'd be asking it to plunge its horn right into my stomach in order to rid me of the nasty worms eating me from the inside out. The unicorn would readily do so and I would be well again.

Just finished "God is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything." Too drastic of a subtitle, I think, but an interesting book. I used to read books like "Why You Believe What You Believe" because I think I always had a lot of doubts about what I believed. I don't know what I believe now. "Shun the nonbeliever. Shuuuuuunnnn. Shuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnuh." (See Charlie the Unicorn.) I believe in unicorns.

I'm going to buy dye and color my hair. Nothing drastic, and actually it's possible this won't happen. But I think I will. I want a change, ever so slight, and I don't want a haircut.

Gotta go return this book before it gets any later. Watching more "Angel" later. We're on season II thanks to a wonderful new co-worker who owns all the seasons and is lending them to us.

Warm hearted and sweet, you have a childlike innocence that lets you see the good in everyone.But you're also a bit of a baby. You stick your nose where it doesn't belong... and cry when you get caught!

Here's all the info you need to know about the show I'm stage managing--Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas. Thanks, Tabassam, for reminding me to get this posted!

Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas"We are not wholly bad or goodWho live our lives under Milk Wood"

These lines from Dylan Thomas's last work capture the essence of the story. Under Milk Wood explores the lives of the people of Milk Wood, from their sleeping to their waking life. From unassuming Mr. Pugh who fantasizes about taking Mrs. Pugh's life, to Mary Ann Sailors who praises the Lord who made porridge, this story reveals the hidden relationships that inform and guide our lives.